NYSM •Moments In Time•

Moment #2

"I hate summer," Logan groans while she stretches across the couch, practically melting in this heat. Some asshole, as in Danny, glued the windows open to let in the heat wave that fell over New York while he went out to buy groceries and let the others suffer.

Jack chuckled while he and Henley were eating Popsicles at the table, playing card games while Merritt was taking a cold shower.

"Maybe you should take off that ridiculous winter outfit," Henley scoffed.

Logan wore jeans and long sleeves, and she moans, "No. Jeans are my thing. And I prefer to keep my arms to myself."

Jack raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you just put on some jean shorts?"

"Cause the only pair of shorts we own under this roof are the ones that expose your ass," she glares over at Henley, "Which sadly, the women of the 21st Century find sexy."

"It is!" Henley defends.

Jack chuckles, "And what's wrong with that?"

Logan scoffs, getting up when she heard the shower turn off and points to the man younger then her, "Jack, if you ever see me in short shorts, just put me out of my misery." Then walks off to get Merritt out of the bathroom.

The next day, Danny and now Henley and Merritt have gone off to get some ice cream for everyone because now the AC was broken and it wasn't getting any cooler outside. Jack was in the kitchen trying to find anything to cool himself down, and was getting frustrated when he noticed all the Popsicles were gone.

"We could make Slushies?"

Jack turns around to see Logan in the doorway, feeling his face grow even hotter when he noticed she was wearing a tank top and a pair of very short shorts that could be mistaken as underwear. Out of this heat, her hair had grown frizzy and her skin gleamed like it was melting. The tank top didn't fully cover her torso as skin peeked out from underneath. She pulls her hair in a ponytail, fanning herself as she stepped into the kitchen.

"We'll make some coffee and put it in the blender with some ice. That outta cool us down while we wait for the others."

She stood next to Jack as she reached for the coffee pot, not noticing the blank stare the younger offered her. As she's pouring the coffee into the blender, she feels his rough hands grab her by the waist and pull her towards him, letting out a yelp as his lips crash into hers. His hands roamed anxiously down her body until they firmly grasped those shorts. They were like that for several minutes, kissing in a mess of heat until they pull away from each other for air, then Logan blinked,

"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?"

Jack shrugs, his grin seemed mischievous and up to no good as he bent down to scoop her up and wrap her legs around his waist.

"I'm putting you out of your misery." He growls into her ear.

The other three Horsemen came back to find those poor shorts dismantled, torn and unrecognizable on the floor.